Gwen
While we waited for Kai to reappear, Tristan decided he had enough of the mess and foul stench that was coming from in these four walls. With a flick of his wrist and a couple of words in ancient Latin, Tristan had the place looking tidy and smelling clean. Looking proudly around the room from his position on the sofa, he then directs his attention towards me. He looks at me with desire, his eyes travelling all over my body.
“Would you like to have some fun before that jerk returns?” Tristan whispered to me with a voice filled with seduction.
He settles on the sofa, patting his thighs, signalling for me to join him, and wearing a playful expression. It turns out he truly is a manwhore, who clearly hasn’t experienced love in 200 years.
“We are here for business, not pleasure,” I wa
